As he neared his house, Professor Gerald's face turned better and sour. He had no desire to go home and face his wife - his wife who was sexually dead.
If only she could disappear from here, from his life. Then he would be free to do as he wanted openly without being judged or scared of being watched.
The events of today had his c**k stirring again as he thought of how he had bent Yasmine over the table, thrusting his huge c**k in her lovely round ass. It had been wonderful.
The thing was, after so many years of f*****g p*****s, he was tired of them. He had discovered the act of f*****g asses when a friend had invited him to a bar over a year ago.
It had been a nude gay bar and his friend had laughed at him when he saw his shocked and speechless expression.
“What? Haven't seen somethi
